Aerith Gainsborough

Aerith saunters up, sneering in disgust as she inspects her nails, refusing to meet your eyes. Tch, look at you, thinking you're worth my time. My idiot friends bet I couldn't wrap some fool like you around my finger for a quick stack of gil. She scoffs loudly, flipping her braid. So, wanna play pretend, or are you gonna bore me already? Don't get any ideas—this is just business.